Avelyn and the Alien Daddy (Intergalactic Brides 3) (9 page)

His hands fell to the hem of her dress and slowly eased it up, exposing her creamy thighs and baring more of her than he’d ever seen before. He tugged it up further until he saw the scrap of black satin between her legs and his breath left him in a
whoosh
. His mouth suddenly ran dry and his pulse pounded in his ears.

Thrace fastened his gaze on hers as he reached between them, his thumb sliding over the slippery material, feeling her heat through the thin scrap. She wiggled her hips and he felt the heat radiating between her legs. He slid his hand down until he cupped her mound, the dampness taking him by surprise. It seemed his Avelyn wanted him very much. He’d read enough about Earth women to know they became wet when aroused.

“What do you want, Avelyn? I’ll give you anything you want, just name it.”

“I want you to touch me.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“I want… I want you to make me come.”

He stroked her with a finger, feeling the seam of her pussy through the material. “And how do you want me to make you come?”

“I… I want you to touch me, to stroke me, until I come. I want to feel your fingers inside of me.”

If his cock got any harder, he’d never be able to walk through the hotel lobby. Her words were enough to make him come in his pants like a young boy. But he wanted to do as she asked, wanted to do that and so much more.

“How attached are you to these panties?” he asked.

She shook her head, either telling him she wasn’t attached, or that she didn’t understand. Either way, he didn’t give her a chance to do much else. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as he ripped her panties from her, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze. The sight of her shaved pussy made him growl softly and he licked his lips, wondering if her nectar tasted as good as she smelled.

He teased her slit, sliding his fingers along the slippery flesh before parting the lips and finding the little bundle of nerves he knew would give her the most pleasure. He stroked her softly, just a brush of his fingers against her swollen flesh, and she gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders. He watched as she parted her legs further, giving him better access.

Circle, flick, stroke. Circle, flick, stroke. He set up a rhythm that had her pulse pounding into her throat and her heart beating so loudly he would have sworn he heard it. Sweat gathered along the back of his neck as his control was tested. Her hips jerked against his hand and he remembered her words. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her.

As this thumb teased and tormented her little clit, he eased a finger inside her tight passage. Heaven! She felt like silk wrapped around his finger, her wet heat enough to make him buck his hips in anticipation. She groaned and pressed down tighter against his hand. Thrace stroked her, in and out several times, before adding a second finger. While he stretched her inner walls, he watched in fascination as she lifted her hips, and then lowered them, fucking herself on his fingers.

It was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Faster. Harder. Her breath came out in pants as she rode his hand to a climax, her walls fluttering around his fingers, trying to suck him in further. Her teeth dented her lip where she held back her cries of passion and he wished she didn’t have to. Thrace wanted to hear every moan, every scream, and every cry of passion that left her lips.

Her body twitched as he slowly stroked her, wondering if he could bring her back to that frenzy before they reached the hotel. She moaned again as he pressed a little harder against her clit. Her movements became frantic as she clawed at the top of her dress, dragging it down her arms. Exposed, her breasts swayed with the motion of the vehicle.

“Taste me,” she whispered. “I want your lips on my nipples.”

With a groan, Thrace couldn’t hold back. The feel of her on his fingers, the scent of her in the air, and her naughty words were enough to make him come in his pants. Leaning forward, he took one rosy tip in his mouth. The point pebbled against his tongue as he lapped at her. She tasted sweet and felt incredible as she ground herself against his hand.

Thrace knew the hotel wasn’t much further so he stroked her faster as he switched to the other breast, the nipple every bit as responsive as the other one. With a gentle nip, he sent her over the edge, her soft cries filling his ears as she was unable to hold back this time. As she trembled in his arms, he stroked his fingers in and out of her, slowing and then withdrawing his fingers.

With his gaze fastened on hers, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, sucking her juices from the digits.

“You taste even better than I’d imagined.”

“You didn’t get to come. I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

He chuckled. “A male should never admit this, but you were so hot and so damn sexy that I came in my pants just feeling you climax. I’ll be sticky when I get out of these pants.”

A blush tinged her cheeks. “I made you lose control?”

He nodded.

“I like the sound of that.” Her hand stroked his chest, down toward his abdomen, and was heading for dangerous territory when he stopped her. For the moment, his cock wasn’t hard and he’d be able to walk through the hotel lobby without garnering too many stares.

He helped her put her dress to rights just as the limo came to a stop. Thrace exited the limo first and then helped Avelyn out. With an arm curved around her waist, he led her into the hotel, up the elevator, and to their suite. He shut the door with a
click
, tossed his keycard aside, and prowled toward her.

Her eyes were still bright from her orgasm, her expression soft. He felt proud that he’d been the one to put that look on her face. It had never mattered to him before if a female came when they were together. But with Avelyn, it mattered.

She pulled her dress down her shoulders, did a little shimmy, and he watched as the material pooled at her feet. Completely bare except for those damn shoes, she crooked her finger at him. Thrace stalked toward her, wondering what the little vixen had in mind. She helped him out of his shirt, and as she reached for the button on his pants, he toed off his boots.

Getting his pants off took a bit of effort, but they managed and he kicked them aside. Now every bit as nude as her, his cock once more awake and ready for action, he wasn’t sure how to proceed. In the limo, instinct and her need had driven him to do the things he’d done. Here, under the bright lights, he wasn’t as sure of himself.

Avelyn placed her hands on his hips and he watched as she slid to her knees at his feet. His cock jumped at the implication and he hoped like hell she was going to do what he thought she was going to do. Avelyn licked her lips and looked up at him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock. His breath froze in his lungs as she opened her mouth and took the head inside, stroking the underside with her tongue.

Thrace thought his head was going to explode it felt so damn good! She hummed a little then took more of him in her mouth, her tongue stroking his shaft. His fingers threaded through her hair, but he was careful not to hurt her. She pulled back, sucking long and hard and he damn near came from the pleasure. When Avelyn swallowed him down again, he held her there for a moment, hoping he wasn’t hurting her but not wanting the sensations to stop. She pulled away and he allowed it.

The pull of her lips and the stroke of her tongue were enough to make him lose his mind. After a few more strokes, he found himself holding her head steady and fucking her mouth with long, slow strokes. She allowed it, even seemed to enjoy it, if the noises she made were any indication. He felt his balls draw up against his body and knew he was about to lose control, but he just couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her to taste him, the way he’d tasted her, wanted to see his cum on her lips.

He quickened his pace and groaned as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. Before he emptied himself, he pulled back enough to bathe her lips in the pearly liquid. She looked up at him and licked it off, damn near making him hard again.

Thrace didn’t give her a chance to stand. He scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa, where he tossed her onto the soft cushions. She landed on her ass, legs sprawled, and a beautiful smile on her face. Thrace knelt on the floor, her legs on either side of him, and leaned down to trail kisses between her breasts and down her soft belly.

She spread her legs further, the closer he got to her pussy. Already she was wet and ready for him, apparently not having gotten enough in the limo. Using his thumbs, he parted her pussy and just looked at her. She was all pink and soft -- beautiful. Leaning down, he lapped at her, gathering her cream on his tongue. Avelyn wiggled her hips and he dipped his tongue inside of her. Gently, he pressed his finger against her clit, lightly stroking the little nub.

“Yes, just like that,” she panted. “More, Thrace. I want more.”

He growled. “What do you want, sweet Avelyn?”

“I want you to fuck me with your mouth, to feel your tongue inside of me. I want to come on your tongue and feel you lick and suck every bit of my cum from me when I’m finished.”

His cock pulsed between his legs as he stroked her with his tongue, delving inside on every other stroke. As she whined and thrashed, he fucked her with his tongue, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock. A little more pressure on her clit and she came, screaming his name. He drank down everything she had to give him and then rose over her.

“Are you ready for me, Avelyn? Can you take me now or do you need more?”

“I just need you, Thrace.”

“We’re taking this somewhere else. I can’t get to you very well from this angle.”

She cast a glance around the room and pointed to the chair. “Can you bend me over the back of that? Am I tall enough that you could fuck me that way?”

Without answering, he pulled her from the sofa and led her to the back of the chair. Thrace placed his hand in the middle of her back and eased her down until her ass stuck out in a most inviting way. Her pussy teased him, parting to let him see what he so desperately wanted.

He braced a hand on her hip and wrapped the other one around his cock, leading the hungry beast to her sweet pussy. He slipped between her lips and eased into her tight channel, her body gripping him like a glove. With both hands on her hips, he pushed forward until he was buried inside her. His heart hammered in his chest and he wasn’t sure how gentle or slow he could be.

“Stop teasing me,” she said, pushing back against him.

“I don’t have much control right now, Avelyn. I’m worried I’ll hurt you, or that it won’t be good for you.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. “Thrace. I want you. Now. If you need to take me fast and hard, then do it.”

Her words eased his tension and he thrust inside of her, slowly at first, then faster. It seemed the harder he pounded into her, the more vocal she became, begging for more. Sweat slicked his skin as he watched his cock disappear into her sweet body again and again, her cream coating the shaft, until he felt his orgasm fast approaching.

He didn’t have time to warn her before he was shooting deep inside of her, groaning as he emptied himself. The flutters around his cock told him she’d found her release, and for that, he was grateful. He’d have felt like such a failure if he’d left her behind.

Thrace knew she had to be uncomfortable, but he was loath to pull out just yet. When she wiggled against him, he disengaged their bodies and helped her stand up straight, wincing as her back cracked.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that again.”

She smiled. “I’d be disappointed if we didn’t. But I’m definitely not as young as I once was.”

“Let’s rinse off in the shower, then you can pick a movie and we’ll cuddle for a while, get our second wind.”

“You want me again tonight?” Her eyebrows rose and the surprise on her face almost comical.

“Of course I’m going to want you again tonight. Did you think once would be enough? I’ve been aching for you for days.”

“It’s just… “ Her hands fidgeted at her waist. “My ex, he never… I mean, it was always just once, maybe once every other week, and it usually didn’t last more than ten minutes. We’ve been fooling around since the limo and… “

He placed a finger over her lips. “Hush. I’m not him. You’re desirable and sexy, and if you let me, I would make love to you all night and all morning. I’d keep you awake until you passed out from exhaustion.”

She looked pleased with his words and took his hand, leading him through his room and into the bathroom beyond. Turning her back to him, she started the shower, then propped a foot on the toilet and unfastened her shoe. Unable to resist, he reached for the other one, his fingers fumbling with the tiny buckle before freeing her foot. He studied the shoe a minute then smiled at her.

“I like these.”

“Then I’ll be sure to wear them again.”

“And only the shoes?”

She gave him a bashful look. “If that’s what you’d like.”

Oh yeah, he’d very much like! He assisted her into the shower then followed, pulling the curtain shut behind them. Thrace had never showered with a woman before, but his instincts hadn’t led him astray so far. He helped her lather her hair and then washed her body, his hands caressing her soft curves. When he was finished, she turned the tables on him and washed him from head to toe.

After they had dried off, they donned the
His and Hers
robes hanging on the back of the door, robes he’d never had a reason to use before now. Hand in hand, they returned to the living room and cuddled on the couch while they watched a movie. Thrace couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this content. Avelyn completed him and he looked forward to many more nights like this one, even if he had to con his friends into babysitting more often.

Avelyn stretched, smiling at the aches and twinges she felt from her head to her toes. There wasn’t an inch of her body that Thrace hadn’t explored and loved well into the morning light. She looked at the bedside clock and bolted upright. 2:00! She glanced at the other side of the bed and found it empty. Tossing the covers aside, she cracked the bedroom door and peered into the living room. She didn’t see Thrace and nothing looked out of place.